With everything she cared about gone, Dominatrix Macie Fitzgerald has built a new life in service to those seeking pain and submission. She takes pride in her success. When she accepts Jarrod Bancroft’s application to her next training session, she knows he poses a risk to her fragile emotionless world.

Macie fears are confirmed when she discovers that the ten years since he was her high school history student have only made him more magnificent in every way. How long can she resist him? What devastation awaits her if she can’t?

Life has been too easy for Jarrod Bancroft—rich parents, football star, law degree, high powered job, women by the score. Something is missing. He wants whatever Stonybrook Academy can dish out, much as it scares the hell out of him.

Tied to the bed, his body violated in every way, he faces his first night realizing he was right to be afraid. He never imagined this torture and deprivation. And this woman, his sadistic mistress—the voice behind her mask sounds familiar.

Macie faces her biggest challenge as she struggles to fulfill her professional obligation to give Jarrod what he wants, what he needs. But Jarrod soon discovers that Macie is what he wants. What she doesn’t give, he takes—a risky venture when you’re a sub. Defenseless against his potent charm, Macie breaks every rule she’s made for herself. Heartbreak soon follows.

To complicate matters, a legal hammer hangs over Jarrod’s head at Bancroft Investments threatening to ruin his professional future. Sucked into his father’s illegal business mess, Jarrod’s life takes an unexpected and life-threatening turn. Powerless as a nightmare unfolds around him, Jarrod dreams of his queen, the only woman he wants. But there’s nothing Macie can do for him now.

Told in three parts, the story of Jarrod Bancroft weaves a web of denial and fear, dark family secrets, and wealth at any cost. The lash of a whip is nothing compared to pain like this. When pain feels like love, how does love feel?

Along with romance, love, and erotic pleasures of a more traditional nature, this work includes scenes of sadism, masochism, and sex acts involving multiple and same-sex partners. For mature readers only.

Excerpts – Book I, A Gift for Jarrod

Book I, Excerpt 1:

Jarrod had lost track of the changes underway inside his mind and body. He reacted to light strangely, as if it brought the comfort of food or a warm touch even when it was simply the removal of the blindfold. He became accustomed to the loss of control of his body as he was shackled to his bed at night, no longer pissed when he wanted, no longer held his own penis to do so, no longer even shat without someone in attendance. He ate like an animal off the plate they placed on the floor, food that was unrecognizable although flavorful and evidently nourishing.

There were daily parades into rooms where people waited, all of them masked. He stood with other naked submissives as the masked people chatted, drank, nibbled on hors d’oeuvres, occasionally casting their eyes in his direction, occasionally stroking his body and the cock that strained in front of him. After a first few times of shivering humiliation and terror, he took their glances, their touching, as reassurance. His worry that they might know him, recognize, spread gossip about what they had seen, slowly subsided into the greater submissive state of mind that fed his constant arousal.

No longer questioning his decision to come here, his thoughts now focused on the current situation, the moment in which he existed, whether his attention was captured by the lash or the ever larger plug in his anus, or the engorgement that plagued his genitals. The people who serviced him had become objects of his affection—he wanted to kiss Sal who nightly administered to his fracturing body, the woman who slipped her hand over his cock each morning to help him piss.

Everything excited his senses. He’d never felt so alive. Yet for all the arousal, he had not been allowed to have another ejaculation. The need to release had slipped to the background, no less urgent, no less achingly painful, but one of those things he endured like he endured the beatings. He felt like a stringed instrument, increasingly tuned to a finer and more exquisite tension, waiting for the right moment, the right hand, that would turn him into a beautiful song.

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Book I, Excerpt 2:

Macie’s fears about the effect of Jarrod’s training had not abated. There was more to be treasured in Jarrod Bancroft than for him to spend the rest of his life a gentle submissive. She sensed this must be a phase, a trial by fire that he sought on his path to greater pursuits. Surely driven by raw instinct, she realized. No one sits down and figures these things out.

Her own instincts guided much of what she did in providing the fierce domination these masochist submissives craved. Yes, she’d read all the books. Gone through the experiences, struggled to accept what she was. The Marquis would be proud, she smiled to herself.

Yet something of Jarrod demanded more. She sat, her eyes feasting on his physical perfection, the stunning face with its rugged features, the athletic fullness of his young male body, the proud bearing of his magnificent cock. Even at this moment, in spite of the training, the beatings, the hours of servitude to the various punishments her staff had bestowed, he held onto a certain regal bearing. That too must be stripped away, she knew, if he was to gain what he most desired.

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~~~~~My Review~~~~~

Let me first begin by saying that I loved the Jarrod Bancroft series by Lizzie Ashworth. Almost immediately I felt the story was good and it had me hooked. We meet Mistress Macie Fitzgerald who trains those seeking pain and submission. She has proudly built The Academy to be one of the premier, elite BDSM training facilities. While looking through applications to The Academy, Macie discovers that a former student of hers from her days of teaching high school history. Jarrod Bancoft now 27 has come highly recommended by Macie’s mentor and close friend, Chris. Everything has always come easy for Jarrod; coming from a wealthy family, graduating from law school with honors and now a top position at his dad’s company. But despite all his success, Jarrod feels like he is missing something. Book 1 follows Jarrod training by whom he realizes is his former teacher Ms. Fitzgerald, who he used to have fantasies about. The reader follows along with Jarrod as he completes his training at The Academy and he and Macie sub-come to their mutual desire and attraction.

5 Dominant Stars

Excerpts – Book II, Jarrod’s Valentine, Jarrod’s Spring Break

Book II, Excerpt:

Fortunately, Macie’s attempt during those weeks to leave the Academy’s day to day operation to Mark had not succeeded. The man simply couldn’t multi-task. She didn’t know what she’d been thinking anyway. It wasn’t just Chris pointing out her unique qualifications for her role here. Without her hands in Academy business, she had too much time to obsess about Jarrod. To indulge in him, savor him, memorize every inch of his incredible body. To become utterly charmed by his sense of humor and his goddamn quick mind. Christ! She shifted in the chair. The simple memory of some of those moments—hours, days—made her squirm. Her fervent hope, once she came back to her work, was that Jarrod would lose his special place in her attention.

Well, that hadn’t worked out. So now, Dr. Brandon and the torture of psychological analysis.

She stared blindly at the computer screen where an applicant’s form waited her review. If she excelled at anything, it was to pile up projects so deep that she had no fear of running out of things to do. By all rights, Jarrod should occupy less than ten percent of her time. No, he should occupy none of her time. The Academy should be front and center. Enough.

In addition to overseeing the construction roaring along outside, she was working through applications for the August class, a promising array of men and women eager to learn more about this hidden world. The current class was up for graduation in another week. They’d been a relatively routine group, twenty students pursuing the finer points of submission. Aside from pushing trainees through the harsh realities of their chosen fetish, beginner classes heavily stressed the “do no harm” axiom that served as the bedrock of any legitimate training course. So at least, however they might muddle through their future efforts, she felt reasonably confident no one would get hurt.

That was her job. Students paid for her experience, her attention. Instead, they were getting fragments of her while her attention kept disappearing into daydreams about Jarrod. Things had been a hell of a lot simpler before he ever appeared on the Academy roster. What the hell was she going to do?

Jarrod slipped in her office door silently and placed the mug of steaming coffee at its exact spot on her desk, then stepped back and waited. Her gaze raked over his form, the youthful flush on his skin, the lean, perfectly developed muscle across his chest, shoulders, and arms, the sinewy hands that had pleasured her so many times. She stifled a sigh as her body responded instantly to his presence.

His silent request didn’t go unnoticed. He knew better than to push too far, but he was pushing. She could feel him. Well, she would definitely not reward him this morning.

Her stare slid down the rippled abs, tracking the narrowing line of dark hair that trailed down from his belly button. She let her glance linger on the purplish hue of his cockhead and licked her lips, instantly aware of a hitch in his breath. He knew what a temptation he presented and didn’t fail to take advantage. Not for the first time, her glance at his compelling face found a disciplined submissive with only the tiniest curl at the corner of his provocative mouth revealing the insolent rebel lurking inside.

It was more than she could stand.

“Come around,” she motioned impatiently, pointing to the side of her chair. Great. Break your rules as fast as you make them. She was helpless around him. And hopeless. Ridiculous.

He moved immediately to position and she knew without looking that the curl at the corner of his mouth had grown slightly larger. Ignoring the need to discipline his attitude, she yielded to her desire and reached the tip of her tongue to the hot skin of his swollen glans. His familiar musky scent swarmed through her nose as she licked the tight surface.

Gooseflesh erupted down her arms and her energy clicked up a couple of notches. His body heat radiated against her forehead. Nothing beat the taste of cock in the morning.

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~~~~~My Review~~~~~

Book 2 in the Jarrod Bancroft series is three month after Jarrod has completed his training. He has become Macie’s full-time sub and loves it. After some questionable business comes to light in his father’s company, Jarrod has quit his job. Macie on the other-hand is questioning her feeling toward Jarrod worried that she might be letting him into her heart after she vowed she would never do again after the tragic death of her first husband. As Macie is struggling to decide her and Jarrod’s relationship, Jarrod is subpoenaed to testify regarding the questionable activities at his father’s company. When Jarrod needed Macie the most, she pulls away. Then something happens to rock both Macie’s and Jarrod’s world.

5 Spanking Stars

Excerpts – Book III, Day in Paradise, Homecoming

Book III -- Excerpt:

As the trainees lined up in small groups at each of the tables, Macie turned to walk away. Her gaze landed squarely on Jarrod who stood rigid in the doorway, his eyes snapping fire. Her breath caught in her throat. She surveyed his lean frame, no longer thin, not haggard, his muscled body instantly familiar in jeans and a white dress shirt with thin blue stripes. The sleeves were rolled halfway up his forearms. For a second, it felt like nothing had changed and they would go home and tear off each other’s clothes.

Damn, how could she forget the impact of his heart-stopping good looks, his cocky stare? Her nipples bunched. A bolt of electricity spiked down her belly. If he had given the slightest inclination, she would have followed him to the nearest bed. Truly, she didn’t trust herself to speak. Instead, she stood paralyzed, hoping yet dreading what he had to say.

“A word,” he said brusquely, cocking his head toward the hallway.

She followed him, already positive that whatever he came for, it wasn’t to reunite. On top of his natural predatory grace, his body emanated an elevated level of tension. He didn’t wait for her or make any effort to walk alongside her, and she followed nervously as he marched along three steps ahead. They walked to the outside patio that opened from her office, the entire distance a nightmare of worry, anticipation, and blind hunger.

He stopped in the middle of the patio and turned. His intense blue stare quickly surveyed their surroundings. Construction noise echoed across the open field. In the distance, the tree line hummed with summer insects and birdsong. Above, a few white clouds hung in a deep azure sky.

His short black hair glistened in the sun and a whiff of his scent penetrated her nostrils. Dear God, she didn’t know how she lived without him. She wanted to press her lips against his, trail her kisses down his neck, down his chest. Thread her fingers through his thick hair. Her hands longed to hold his wide shoulders, caress his strong arms, pull his hips against hers. The need for him strained like a tight cord between them so that she had to steer herself to one of the chairs and sit with her hands gripping the armrests in order to keep from touching him.

He made no effort to touch her.

He turned and sat across from her, leaning forward with a dark expression. “Are you aware you’re under watch by the F.B.I.?” he asked without prelude.

Until recently, sex scenes in most books erupted behind closed doors. I hated that fade-to-black point in a story. Why has it been acceptable to describe the details of violence, hate, fear, anger, and greed, but not the up-close-and-personal descriptions of touch, desire, and love?

I feel fortunate that modern sensibilities in publishing mean sex scenes now keep the bedroom door open. For those of us interested, stories can show readers the tingle of flesh and follow through to the heavy breathing and sweaty finish. It's about damn time.

I like to show a process in my stories where discovery or acknowledgment of sexual pleasure or desire is key to character development. Just like in real life. I believe sex can be a truly transformative experience.

Reading has been a passion in my life. My bachelor's degree as well as some graduate work focused on writing. Marriage, children, and a career limited my writing time for many years, but I'm back to life on my own terms now. So look out--more sexy stories on the way!

The last book of the series we find Jarrod in a precarious situation. This book is somewhat difficult to review because I don’t want to give anything away. I by far felt this was the best book of the three and trust me, if you read books 1-2, you will definitely be reading book 3.

Again, Ms. Ashworth’s writing didn’t disappoint with her writing and story of Macie and Jarrod. She does not just focus on the BDMS parts of the story but she makes the reader care about the characters their relationships outside of the bedroom.

Embracing My Submission (The Doms of Genesis Book 1)

Haunted for years by dreams of a savage, amber eyed Dominant with lips so enticing my soul ached in frustration and lust. None of the Dominants at Genesis, my local BDSM club ever stirred me in such blistering ways. While I tried to fill my submissive desires vicariously through interactions at the club, I attempted to convince myself it was enough. But it wasn’t. My dream Dom made certain I hungered for more.

Forced beyond what I could bear, my passion and frustration exploded. I threw in the towel, determined to stop chasing a dream and gave up completely on finding submissive surrender. But fate intervened when two gunshots split the night. Forced to confront my desires and insecurities, I was shocked to realize that my dreams may have held a deeper meaning. Were they compelling me to finally embrace my submission?

Julianna, Emerald as she is known as at Club Genesis, has decided to return to the submissive world after a terrible experience with a want-to-be Dom. She has been guided by her close friend and father-figure Daddy Drake. She has been longing for four long years about finding her perfect Dom. She even has dreams with what this perfect Dom would look like. Emerald finally finds the Dom she thinks is perfect; until she spends time with him alone. Mica, secret owner of Genesis has had his eye on Emerald for several years. Mica is forced to reveal himself to Emerald but then fights his feelings toward her as a result a promise to his dead wife. Embracing My Submission follows Mica and Julianna/Emerald’s story.

The overall story in Embracing My Submission was okay at best but it seemed like the book went on and on and on with no ending is site. The characters were hot and cold and all over the place. I felt the vocabulary was atrocious. If I never see anything about “her womanly emissions” or “womanly fluids” again it will be too soon.

Masters of My Desire (The Doms of Genesis Book 2)

Plowing into Bambi and totaling my SUV wasn't the way I envisioned starting my vacation. Then again, neither was being rescued by two gorgeous men. Nick Masters and Dylan Thomas swooped in to save me from the wreck. They weren't just knights in a shining truck, but Dominants so potent the submissive hidden inside me clawed to kneel at their feet. To my surprise, they offered to teach me the joys of submission. I shoved down my fears and agreed to spend one glorious week of pleasure under their hand, at the center of their raw passion. With each command and touch, they bared my soul and stole my heart. With them, I felt like a beautiful—if kinky—Cinderella. But all too soon, the clock struck midnight, and I fled… Returning to my lackluster life, I was determined to somehow survive without the masters of my desire. I never imagined they would travel a few hundred miles to hunt me down. Could I say yes when they offered to bestow something on me far more beautiful than a glass slipper?

Master of My Mind (The Doms of Genesis Book 3)

Masters of My Desire – 4 Stars

This is the ménage trios story of Nick, Dylan, and Savannah. Savannah meets Nick and Dylan as a result of an auto accident. She gets stuck with them in a little resort/bed and breakfast-type setting due to a snow storm. Nick and Dylan, both Doms, pick-up that Savannah has submissive tendencies and they all decide to see where the Doms/submissive relationship takes them. After they return to their real lives, they decide to their relationship a try.

Although you don’t need to have read the first book of the series, if you do, you already know the fate of Savannah, Nick, and Dylan. Again, vocabulary and word choice really got me; “he threaded his saber between my lips” and she has “swollen petals”. Maybe this is just my personal hang-up but I hate going on long reading and coming across phrases like those. I did feel that the second book had a better story line than the first although I still could never tell the difference between Nick and Dylan unless a physical attribute was mentioned.

The Biggest Club Genesis Book Yet! After the shocking death of my Master left me stunned, the revenge his ex-wife and daughter sought was almost as devastating. Seeking refuge at Club Genesis, my one safe haven, I returned to heal and get back on my own two feet. But I soon learned that fate had other plans for Leagh Bennett. Tony Delvaggio, the panty-melting sadist and resident shrink of Genesis, took me under his wing. Both frightened by his intensity and secretly thrilled by his unwavering attention, I tried to hide my past and barricade my soul from him. But Tony coaxed my thoughts with his deep voice and seduced my body with his rough hands. Before long, he pried open my heart as well. But when it became clear that someone meant to kill me, I came to a terrifying conclusion: I would have to put my complete trust and submission in the Master of my mind or die…

Leagh, AKA Brat and her master George have been introduced in the previous two books. George dies and Leagh is left in a total world of hurt in addition to being harassed by George’s ex-wife and daughter. In comes Tony who is both psychologist and sadist. He has always been attracted to Leagh but was unable to show his interest when she was with George. Now, someone is after Leagh and wants her dead. Tony helps Leagh not only get over her grief but also helps to try and figure out who wants her dead.

I enjoyed Tony and Leagh’s book. I felt there their story was really well written and had substance. I enjoyed getting to read and learn more about Tony. Leagh was sometimes annoying as was expected with her nickname of Brat but she was tolerable.

Saving My Submission (The Doms of Genesis Book 4)

I never intended Joshua Lars, the sexy-as-sin sculptor to be more than a one-night stand. How was I to know his masterful hands and dominant command would wake the sleeping submissive within me?

Any of my friends would have said that Mellie Carson was an independent, successful woman who would never kneel for a man. I’d already chalked my one foray into surrendering my control up to naïve stupidity. I was far too smart now to do it again—or so I thought.

Then came Joshua… Determined to resist his powerful draw, I tried to forget him, but Fate—and a killer—had other plans. Now, in Joshua’s arms, I might be safe, but I fear my heart isn’t.

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This fourth book is about Mellie, who we met as Savannah’s sister in previous books and Joshua. Mellie has been humiliated by her former Dom and vowed to stay away from Dom’s and Joshua is dealing with his own issues, losing his wife and daughter in a car wreck. This story finds Mellie and Joshua once again discovering the beautiful relationship between sub and Dom. The beginning of the story was a bit confusing but once I got myself straightened out about what was going on and who was who, I thought this was a great story. Mellie and Joshua have great chemistry which was evident from the strong writing. I think of the four books thus far, this is by far my favorite.

src="http://onceuponanalphabooks.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/about-author.jpeg?w=676" alt="About Author" width="401" height="108" /> Bestselling Author Jenna Jacob's erotic romance comes from the heart of submission. With over twenty years experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, Jenna strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice. Her stories will make you laugh, cry, and may leave you with a better understanding of the fulfillment found in the BDSM power exchange. A married mom of four grown children, Jenna and her husband lives in Kansas. Her passions include her family, reading, camping, cooking, music, and riding Harleys. She loves to make people laugh with her outgoing and warped sense of humor. If you're looking for hot romance with a kinky twist, pick up one of Jenna's books.

After escaping an abusive past, Eliza refuses to accept the mind-numbing existence she’s cast into. Living in the shadow of her overprotective sister, leaves Eliza suffocated and stifled, until Graham Gordon takes up residence in her yoga class and in her head. Just like that, her vanilla world is turned upside down. Graham is everything she should avoid and everything she’s ever desired. Graham Gordon is wealthy, privileged, and harbors a secret vice no one would ever suspect. In Eliza, he has found the perfect acquisition: an innocent teacher he can’t seem to forget. During a private yoga session, Graham makes Eliza an offer she can't refuse and teaches her what it means to submit to his every desire. Within Graham’s powerful presence, the veils under which Eliza hides are stripped away, unlocking her inner hunger to be dominated. But will Graham’s possessive nature save her from the demons of her past, or be another experience she must survive?

~TEMPTED TEASER~

Hello, gorgeous creeper. Silently, he extended his hand filled with my things. I had no choice but to sweep my fingers over his palm never expecting a zapping current to pass between us. I shivered, jerking my arm backward as the electrical jolt raced up my arm before discharging. I gasped when it landed deep in my belly. Distracted by my reaction, I made the mistake of meeting his gaze. His dark eyes in the daylight were bottomless, and his attention had my pulse in a race, but where the heck was the finish line? “Thank you,” I mumbled. “I can manage.” I wished he’d stopped helping me since I was coming undone. “No question. Still I want to make certain you’re all right.” Once more our gazes locked, and the effect was like entering into a timeless chasm. So, there I was kneeling on the ground, unprepared for the cauterizing heat of staring into his eyes at close range. It was all too much. I ground my teeth with the need to get away before I did something incredibly stupid. “Look, that’s nice. But I’m fine and really don’t need any help out here.” “Not a second ago.” He snorted a laugh. “Luckily, this machine basically drives itself and brakes fast and hard. Really, you could’ve been hurt if it’d been another car and driver.” The way he said fast and hard had me sputtering as the words echoed within my mind, sending a swarm of butterflies housed in my stomach into flight. Yep, I remembered, he did that to me. He offered the last few items he’d picked up and I reached for them, brushing my fingers over his. “Well, bully for me.” The words slipped out of my mouth. No way to pull them back, so I finished with, “This isn’t NASCAR, you know.” Without a break, his brow lifted. Game on. “Nor the Boston Marathon, sweetheart.” “Humble much?” I asked, going with the flow. “I’m not here to debate. Eliza, isn’t it? I dropped by to see when you might have a moment to talk.” “Talk?” I mocked. I couldn’t help myself. Talking was not what I imagined he wanted to do with me. It sure as heck wasn’t what I wanted to do with him. “Yes. Talk.” He inhaled in that way people did when they chose their words carefully. I’d seen it, but rarely practiced the art. “Last night in the class and now, I’m convinced we have a connection between us. No sense in running from it.” His eyes bored into mine and I froze. It got worse when he tunneled his fingers through hair, and a blast of heat rippled through me. The way his hair stood up looked like he’d fucked someone senseless. Who was I fooling? I seriously wanted to book passage on that cruise. “Oh,” I replied deep into a brain drain. “Unless, you tell me to go,” he spoke to me in a measured tone. Shit. Wake up, Eliza. Yoga. Studio. Student. Ring a bell?

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*****My 5 Star Review*****In Susan Arden’s Playing the Edge series, Tempted #1 we meet Eliza. Her life is pretty uneventful. She lives with and works for her older, overbearing sister at her yoga studio but one day, Eliza’s luck changes. A handsome man walks into her class one day and they both instantly feel a connection. A few days later Graham Gordon schedules a private yoga less with Eliza and makes her an offer she can’t refuse-enter into a sexual contract with him for 6 months and he will “train” her in BDSM.

In Seduced #2, Eliza has decided to sign the contract and begins her journey with Graham by moving to New York. She has not told her sister the true reason for the move. Graham craves total control and Eliza realizes that she aches for it but both have trust issue. Eliza is stubborn which of course causes problems with Mr. Control, Graham. This second book really focuses on building the relationship and what Graham hopes it will become. This didn’t turn out to be a “BDSM” book but more about a take-charge kind of man that craves being in charge.

Both books were h-o-t, HOT. It took me a while in Tempted to become interested but once I did, I couldn’t put the book down and eagerly began reading Seduced. Tempted #1 and Seduced #2 are part of a trilogy with Taken #3 begin the last book. According to Goodreads is schedule to be release in 2015. You must read Tempted #1 before Seduced #2 or you will be completely lost.

~ Book Synopsis ~

The seduction is only the beginning. After giving Graham's proposal some thought, Eliza signs the erotic service agreement on the dotted line and crosses the threshold into Graham’s bedroom in New York. After all, it's only six months. But Eliza's a world away from the beaches of Miami, ready to learn the secrets behind the man who holds her a willing captive. The man whose insatiable appetite might just break her. It's a point of no return if she agrees to play the edge.

~SEDUCED TEASER~

“Miss Hillwood, care to explain what the hell you’re doing here?” The sound of Graham’s seductively deep voice swept over me from behind and exploded in my head. I turned so fast I got whiplash. Our gazes connected, and the grimace he wore melted me, sending a jolt of something like apprehension or anticipation deep in my belly. I gaped up at him with my damp hair partially obstructing my view as he stood over me, appearing powerful and all too much a predator. And like prey, I sat there hypnotized by his closeness and captivated by the thought of what he’d do next. He brushed back some of my bangs. “From your flushed cheeks, I can see you’ve been here awhile.” He glanced around the club as he lightly traced my bottom lip. The feel of fingers on my skin made me hungry for more. “I take it your friends are still out on the dance floor.” “How do you know who I came with?” I asked, unwilling to get up and throw myself at him. Dressed in dark jeans and a black button-down shirt that stretched over his muscular chest and broad shoulders, he was sin, sex, and a click away from losing it. And I drank in the sight of him. Graham’s clothing left nothing to the imagination for someone who’d been pinned under him. That person being me. “I thought I made myself clear when I expressly told you to go home and call me.” He ran his knuckles along my jaw. “Didn’t I?” The slight kicked-up curl to his smile gave me the distinct impression the soreness between my legs would be nothing compared to what he had in store. I wet my lips, his focus trained on my tongue, and I swallowed. Seeing the heat in his eyes build, I struggled to breathe. The pounding music on the dance floor echoed in my heartbeat, thudding way too loud in my chest. I knew he wasn’t here to share a drink. He fully intended on delivering something we both remembered. His eyes glinted brighter, and he gave me a look that promised he’d consume me without mercy. “I forgot. Things got a little weird,” I offered, plastering innocence over my face. “Eliza,” he growled my name in a low rasp filled with hunger and frustration. I twisted my fingers in my lap. “Look, this is my last night out with friends. Besides, I don’t see you sitting at home knitting a scarf. Why should I when that’s what I’ll be doing for the next six months, if you have your over-the-top way?” That had to be the alcohol talking—this played into what we both wanted, and I never made things this easy. For anyone. “Do you remember the last time we had to take a short walk?” His arched brow sent a dart of excitement racing up my spine. “Oh, me and a few places in my body remember more than well.” He leaned in and whispered up against my cheek, “That tone, Ms. Hillwood.”

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I'm not into chocolate...I prefer brightly colored candy. Wild flowers over roses. Definitely, I prefer the company of children and animals over politicians and bureaucrats. Was a teacher, now turned into a romance writer, and just got into cover and interior book design which is a whole other fascinating world.